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Mar 2015
Strolling amongst a crowded city,
The sea of strangers drown my weak body.
They hold me down and scream,
"You're not smart enough!"
And continue to yell,
"You're not pretty enough to make it in this petty world of ours!"

******* out any confidence from my lungs,
Breathing becomes difficult.
My frail body left with scars from their crude words
That still burn through my skin.

I scream for my mom,
And yell for my dad.
But their backs are turned as I keep drowning in misery.

My voice slowly fades away
As the sea of strangers flood my entire body.
Savannah Eisert
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Savannah Eisert  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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